This has been my best Christmas holiday in recent memory.
Why? On top of the laughter and the joy was something even sweeter: never getting sick.
Nope, for the past four years, I’ve made it to the finish line (Christmas morning) and then collapsed in a heap as the flu bug ravaged my body.
Oh, I had a humdinger of a cold 2 weeks ago. And a cold sore the size of Kansas to accompany it. Pretty. Yeah, not so much.
But I never – not once – not this year – got the flu.
No body aches while wrapping presents.
No fevers while cooking breakfasts.
No wishing for bed while entertaining a house-full.
And I think I might know why.
This year, I stopped doing much of what I’ve always done.
I didn’t sign us up for Holiday visits.
I put up 1/4 of the decorations, and even less than last year.
I mailed only a few Christmas cards and most were to elderly aunties. If you received one, you might be elderly. 🙂
I never made fudge and I barely baked. Everyone plowed through the chocolate covered peanuts, though.
I wrapped quickly and with industrial-strength tape. (Hubbs has since been renamed “He who was not amused.” I laughed my face off as he tried to open gifts. Still am. Not apologizing.)
Yes I’ve stayed up, but I’ve also read up, slept in, and slowed down.
I didn’t continue rituals just because I always had.
I didn’t allow time for relationships that aren’t healthy for me.
Instead, I cultivated joy and rest, peace and quiet, laughter and music and happiness. I harvested love and romance and take out menus and days without schedules. I stopped shoulding on myself.
I didn’t water the weeds.
How about you? Can you resist “watering the weeds?”